Ghosts from the Past

It's funny. You think you're over something from your past and bamm, one day it resurfaces. You wonder if you really are over it. You start second guessing yourself. If you move that bandaid is that wound really healed or just being held together by that bandaid? Is it going to start gushing blood and bad feelings all over again?

While writing my confessions series I picked at that particular bandaid. I tugged on it little by little and it didn't bleed but I was too afraid to rip it off completely. It brought up very strong feelings, not sad ones, happy ones. It helped me to realize how blessed I truly am.

I got a phone call last night that completely ripped that bandaid off. No tugging, not teasing, no slow and easy. It just ripped right off of there. Like real bandaids it hurts for a second as it's coming off but you take a deep breath and it's gone.

I am proud to say that while the bandaid being ripped stung a good bit, I took a deep breath and it was gone. There was no bleeding, no gapping wound festering underneath. There's a scar but it's tiny and barely visible. If you don't know about the wound then you never notice the scars.

I truly am blessed to have my wonderful husband and kids that have helped heal those wounds.